Blink?

nothing to do with me, but I thought it was an interesting idea. also an interesting possible fanfiction idea if someone could love a weeping angel. sort of maybe I dunno.

every time I turn around
you're
right there:
protecting yet
there's something more
sinister
behind stone skin
and hidden faces
pale, emaciated,
what are you hiding?
it seems like
you lie every time I blink
and a little part of me is gone
in an instant.
who am I supposed to be?
if I cannot see, how can I trust?
yet there's some part of me-
maybe a half, maybe a whole-
who wants to turn my back,
and close my eyes,
then open them.

Author's Note

weeping angels are from Doctor Who (c) BBC